Drakor the Eidolon is a powerful but war-like outsider from the Plane of Fire. The only human-like quality is his upright bipedial form, which bristles with inhuman muscles, but there the similarities end. His features are primarily draconian in nature, a heavy blunt snout filled with visible interlocking fangs just below burning yellow reptilian eyes. Blood-red scales cover his body like bony plates protruding all over his massive chest and dragon like head like armor. Between each plate small jets of steam escape as if his entire being is filed with magma. Thick spikes of bone jut out along the entities spine, leading down to a short heavy tail he uses for balance. His primary weapon is his hulking arms, which he uses to smash and scatter his foes before him in fierce abandon.

Appearance/Personality:

Born to a human father and elf mother, Zayne possess both human and elven features. He inherited his father's curly brown hair which never grows past his chin, as well as deep ocean blue eyes. From his mother he gained a slim body, curved almond-shaped eyes, pointed ears and a small knack for magic. The most dominating physical feature upon him however is a twisting black brand that covers the upper right half of his face, an archaic dragon-like pair of jaws surrounding his eye, giving rise to his surname "Dragoneye". His personality is always open and friendly, he enjoys making new friends but always remains hesitant when doing so, used to segregation and dislike due to his mixed blood. He has a small streak of cruelty in him, but it comes from watching the ones he cared about most being taken from him, either by murder or by disdain and discrimination. He is a steadfast friend, although a little naive due to his youth, but he is always ready to make his mark on the world and show everyone what Zayne the half-elf is capable of.

Background:

The bastard son of a farmer and an elven maiden, Zayne was separated from his family due to family tension on both sides at a very young age. On his father's side, from who he had inherited his blue eyes and curly brown hair, humans did not see him on the same level, more as a half-breed, and on his mother's side, who 'gifted' to him her lithe form, slanted eyes and slim build, the discrimination was, if possible, even worse. Fortunately for Zayne, a wandering sorcerer took him in when the young boy ran away from the village. For years afterward, Zayne lived with Balthazar, the aged and oft cynical spell caster, in his woodland hut, far away from the hustle and bustle of city, town or elf village life.
Born with a small knack of his mother's racial magic, Balthazar tried to teach Zayne a little of his heritage, but to no real success. His skills in evocation were very poor, he could only perform the meekest of enchantments, and divination spells for Zayne resulted in nothing beyond cloudy water or smudged glass. The only strength Zayne DID possess in the magical arts was conjuration, the ability to summon creatures from different planes. This ability, while its implied complexity gave Balthazar some encouragement that his student was not a TOTAL loss, also made the old human worry. After stumbling upon a magical scroll hidden deeply in Balthazar's private 'study', and memorizing the name etched in what looked like blood, Zayne learned that earlier in the sorcerer's life, he had attempted to summon a very powerful outsider to disastrous results, and the only thing that had saved his life was to seal the beast in the scroll, never to be summoned in fear of its power and unpredictable fury.
Balthazar, being the old crotchety goat of a man that he was, was none too pleased to have his student poking through his things and sent Zayne off into the woods to 'fetch a healthy stag for supper' knowing the boy's ineptitude in hunting. Zayne was gone for hours, and would have been lost in the forest if not for his time exploring the area around Balthazar's hut in the past years and familiarizing himself with nature. Around dusk, incredibly tired and bad-tempered at the "old goat's sadism in sending a lad off alone to hunt what he could never catch" Zayne spotted smoke rising above the trees from where he knew the hut to be. Racing home, Zayne was horrified to discover bandits had found his home. Inside of the burning hut, Balthazar was already dead, and his precious scrolls, tomes and lifelong possessions were burning to ash.
In a rage, Zayne charged the bandits with a branch in hand but, due to his youth and non-too-physically built frame, he was quickly defeated. Just before the bandit stabbed him in the heart, Zayne cried out the name he had read on Balthazar's scroll. He did not care for the imprecations, all he wanted was revenge on the bandits. Time then seemed to slow as Zayne felt a great rush of energy and the blazing cabin behind the group of bandits erupted into an even greater inferno. A voice blazed inside Zayne's head, demanding the answer to a simple question, would he accept the brand of Drakor in exchange for revenge and the power of the beast imprisoned within the scroll.
Zayne agreed without question, and the next thing he saw was the fiery building growing in heat and flame even more and from the fire stepped forth a truly monstrous creature, a bipedal dragon monster with gleaming tuck-like fangs, scaled skin the color of fire and blood, and hulking taloned arms that scattered bandits, trees and stones like straw in a gale. Drakor tore the cowering, scorched bandits apart in bloody abandon, while Zayne looked on in fascinated horror, even as a fiery draconic brand burned itself across the entire right side of his face, the mark of the summoner.
After the 'battle' Drakor then turned upon Zayne, who at first feared that it would slay him too. He was surprised to instead hear Drakor address him as "Master", from that moment on sealing their entwined fates together. Since then, the two have wandered across the plains, until Zayne set out to find their destinies, Zayne hoping to finally find a place for himself in the world, and Drakor ever at his side, content to serve his master as long as there would be bountiful combat.